Chapter 145: Ghost Talk at Night, Encounter
in Ancient Temple. The dilapidated temple was covered with spider webs.
A broken Buddha head fell to the ground, facing the gate of the ruined temple.
The cross-section was extremely rough, as if it had been swept down by someone with great force.
The paint on the Buddha's head and the Buddha statue inside lost its color and dissolved, eliminating the compassionate meaning and making it look hideous and terrifying instead.
Yi Chen walked in with a frown.
At this time, on the left side of the temple hall, a girl in a red gauze skirt was sitting. She had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a long sword on her waist, and her skirt was slit to her thighs, revealing her snow-white thighs.
There is also a small bell hanging on the ankle.
Baby face.
The cause and effect is huge.
Seeing Yi Chen coming in, the girl in red seemed quite nervous and moved inside without making any sound.
Yi Chen glanced at him without saying anything. He started a fire, took out a bunch of steamed bread slices and lamb chops skewered on bamboo sticks from his storage ring and started grilling them.
Soon the smell of barbecue lingered in the dilapidated temple.
The girl in the red gauze skirt visibly moved her throat a few times and swallowed a few times. She said hesitantly, "Master, my name is Su Su."
The girl spoke timidly, like a little rabbit that had just come into the world in the spring.
Yi Chen glanced at it, said "hmm", and started showing off his fandom to Xiao Miao.
But in his heart he couldn't help but complain: "Girl, your clothes are not plain at all."
"It's better to call it Hun Hun."
After thinking about it, perhaps feeling that this was a bit cruel, Yi Chen winked at Miaozi, and the little Miao held five bamboo sticks of toasted steamed bread slices and handed them to the girl in red.
The girl in red was stunned for a moment, looking at the steamed bread slice in front of her, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she obediently took the steamed bread slice and tasted it in small bites. For a moment, her eyes lit up and her cheeks puffed up.
At this moment, with a creaking sound, a young couple and a scholar carrying a book box came into the dilapidated temple one after another.
The scholar was wearing a long gown that had been starched to a bleached color. He looked quite handsome, with his hands clasped in his sleeves.
As for the young man and woman, they were wearing bamboo hats, carrying bags, and dressed like gangsters.
The man looked rather arrogant, while the woman had a pretty face with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
“Master, but…” the young woman who had just entered the room said to Yi Chen.
"What's up?"
Just as she started talking, Yi Chen took a bite of each of the remaining skewers in his hand.
"It's all right."
The young man and woman with gloomy faces found a seat in a corner of the dilapidated temple and sat down, and so did the scholar.
The four groups of people were clearly separated, each sitting cross-legged in a corner of the ruined temple.
It was already evening when Yi Chen entered the ruined temple, and before he knew it, the sky gradually darkened.
Inside the ruined temple, the sounds of wind, rain and thunder could be heard.
The girl who called herself Susu was still huddled in a corner of the dilapidated temple, shaking all the time after eating the steamed bread slices, which made the young man stare in amazement. The cunning woman next to him was so angry that she pinched him several times, making him grimace in pain.
But it is obvious that this person is very determined and will dare to do it again next time.
His eyes rolled, and he suddenly came up with some idea. He spoke to everyone:
"It is fate that you all meet in this ancient temple deep in the mountains. Why don't you introduce each other?"
"I am Li Qingyang, an inner sect disciple of Songhe Sword Sect. The one beside me is my junior sister Li Jingjing. I think everyone has heard of the great name of Songhe Sword Sect."
When these words came out, everyone looked confused.
The scholar was quite polite. He stood up and said politely, "I have heard a lot about you. I am a poor scholar named Liu Sheng from nearby. I came up the mountain just to pick some herbs to supplement my family income."
The scholar opened the bamboo bookcase behind him, revealing several herbs.
"A Taoist priest in the mountains, Yichengzi." Yi Chen was frugal with words.
Hearing Yi Chen's words, the red-clothed girl's eyes flashed with surprise, as if she had thought of some rumors, and she trembled even more. She trembled and said:
"My...my name is SuSu."
She was shaking even more.
The young man suddenly became more excited, and he couldn't help but say, "The night is long, why don't we each tell a ghost story to entertain ourselves?"
"I'll go first."
"Let me tell you about a ghost story that happened in Mizhi County a year ago."
"A couple in Mizhi County always quarreled. During one of their quarrels, the husband killed his wife by mistake and buried her body under a chestnut tree in the backyard."
"After a few days, the man felt very strange. Why didn't the child ask himself at all when he hadn't seen his mother in the past few days?"
"So one day he asked the child, "Mom is not at home these days, why are you not anxious at all?"
The child replied: "I feel so strange, why do you always carry mom on your back these days?"
"Hehe, later the child's father came to my Songhe Sword School for help. I spotted the thief at a glance, and then I struck out with my sword like a dragon, beheading the thief and at the same time sent the man who murdered his wife to the government."
"If Miss Susu is afraid, you might as well sit next to me."
Yi Chen: “…” The sound of your abacus could not even cover the sound of thunder outside.
Li Qingyang's true intentions were exposed, and the little sister next to him was furious, and mercilessly exposed: "Brother, you are talking nonsense. My Songhe Sword Sect is more than 26,000 miles away from Mizhi County. How come I didn't know that you went to Mizhi County a year ago? You just want Miss Susu's body, you are a slut."
Miss Susu didn't say anything and continued to tremble.
"Let me tell you one." The herbalist took over the second spot.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
“This is my personal experience.”
"My family is poor, so I usually go to the charity cemetery in our town to help keep watch and earn some hard-earned money."
"One night when I was on guard duty, I heard someone knocking on the door. I opened the door and a cold breath came in. A girl with a bamboo sign tied to her hand was standing outside the door."
"I was so scared that I slammed the door and called the master in the charity cemetery."
"Does anyone know why?"
"Haha, because it is the rule of our charity cemetery to tie a bamboo plaque on the wrist. Every corpse will have a bamboo plaque tied on the wrist to identify its identity."
"After that midnight fright, I changed my job and went up the mountain to collect herbs to supplement my family income."
The scholar said with lingering fear.
At this time, the sound of wind and rain outside the temple became louder, mixed with the roar of unknown beasts, as if a strange object was approaching, making people panic.
An inexplicable look appeared in Yi Chen's eyes.
"Master, it's your turn." Li Qingyang urged, his eyes rolling around, obviously still harboring evil intentions.
The same is true for scholars.
"Do you really want me to say it?" Yi Chen stood up and said.
"That's right." They said in unison.
"My ghost story is!"
Boom! Yi Chen flashed, and a big hand suddenly grabbed the scholar's throat.
"Is the bamboo plaque of this style?" With a fierce pull, Yi Chen's remaining hand pulled down the scholar's hand that had been hidden in his sleeve, and dirty blood spilled. Everyone's eyes widened.
In an instant, the scholar's face turned dark and covered with blue-black corpse spots, revealing his true appearance.
"Evil heretic, do I really have to ask you to show yourself?"
Yi Chen released a deep green pure yang force, which instantly burned the scholar to ashes.
The girl in red was so frightened that she burst into tears:
"Master, please don't kill me. Although I am a disciple of Xieyinfang, I didn't do this. I haven't even killed a chicken. How could I use evil magic to harm people?"
Su Su from Xie Yin Fang was born with an extremely sharp spiritual perception. When she was in the sect, she often heard her fellow apprentices say that good and evil cannot coexist, and they would pick up their swords and fight each other when they met. When she met Yi Chen by chance in this dilapidated temple, she was immediately frightened and trembled.
Damn it, the first time she traveled far away, she met a Taoist priest whose pure yang power was like a furnace.
Feeling the pure yang energy in the Taoist's body as big as a mountain and as vast as the sea, she was extremely frightened.
I want to die.
"You're making so much noise."
"What the hell does your Xieyinfang have to do with me?" Yi Chen shouted angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiger over five meters long and surrounded by black air walked gracefully into the ruined temple.
Damn, I'm a bit stuck in writer's block today. I added the ancient temple plot on a whim, and if I don't have an idea next time, I'll bury myself.
I will make up the missing chapter tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)